| Hank and Jack down at the bar, the afternoon zipper and the midnight ghost
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| Listening to America roar, howling in the void
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| Drive Jack baby, drive that thing, cruise and blow' till heaven sings
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| Keep that good stuff happening, run that voodoo down
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, atom blasted Cadillac
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| Burning by the railroad track, atom blasted Cadillac
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| The big bird angel comes and goes, the big bird angel gone
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| Well, what the hell if heaven knows, turn that angel on The beatnik saints of Doctor Sax play opalescent scales
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| Somewhere out there, lost in space, his horn of plenty wails
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, burning by the railroad track
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| Hit the highway, don’t look back, in your atom blasted Cadillac
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, atom blasted Cadillac
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| Burning by the railroad track, atom blasted Cadillac
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| Box car, bell jar, fabulous jewellery, phosphor firefly, zoom bar neon
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| Disney skyline, dreams and everything, flotsam, jetsam, jukebox jive
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, atom blasted Cadillac
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| Burning by the railroad track, atom blasted Cadillac
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, standing by the railroad track
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| Hit the highway, don’t look back, in your atom blasted Cadillac
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| When God gets on the telephone, Jack’s never lost for words
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| Those thoughts still fly around his head, like a cage of crazy birds
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| Beep beep baby, beep beep yeah
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| Beep beep baby, beep beep oh yeah
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| Atom blasted Cadillac, atom blasted Cadillac |